The situation is still unclear in the fog, but one thing is confirmed.

This time the conspiracy to encircle and suppress the Sword Sect, the identity of the praying mantis and the yellow finch is no longer questioned, and the Sword Sect, which acts as the autumn cicada, has turned into a cicada catcher and stands at the top of the food chain.

All this became Lin Haoran's game.

Lin Haoran obviously didn't do anything, but with the cultivation of a half-step immortal, who can win in battle?

The Confucian Holy Lord looked indifferent, and glanced at Xiaoyue inadvertently, but saw that Xiaoyue's real eyes were empty, even if he met his gaze, he would ignore it.

A crane roared through the sky, and all the monks couldn't help but be attracted by it, followed by a reaction, and looked up at the sky.

I saw a two-zhang long crane dragging a stone tablet and swooping down, and when it landed on the ground, the crane turned into white smoke and dissipated.

"Statues of sages. ”

The face of the Confucian holy lord is even colder, this statue is one zhang high, three feet wide, and the stone carving is a woman holding a long sword, this woman has been recorded in history, her name is Mo Xinyan.

Even if some people disappear from the world, just saying their names will cause a sensation.

Mo Xinyan is such a person, a mythical woman, she is a legend, a chapter in the epic.

The statue glows yellow.

With the statue as the center, it floats in a circle like ripples.

A black cloud surged in the southwest direction of the temple, and the sound of the dragon's groan resounded in the black cloud, and the cold aura was surging, and the southeast direction rushed to the sky with a red light, which was the opposite of the cold breath.

This is an absolutely scorching fire intent, and the phoenix chirps like a cry in the fire.

In the northeast of the main hall, the earth suddenly cracked, and the roar of the turtle that sank like the nine abysses knocked on the hearts of everyone, and the roar of the roar, like the beating of the pulse of the earth, hit the hearts of the people.

A hurricane gas blew from the northwest, and the crazy roar of the tiger shocked hundreds of miles.

The four roars formed a light net in the sky, and a master of the Demon Sect of the Mahayana period stood in the center of the light net, staring coldly at the 100,000 monks in the square, his eyes overflowed with deep killing intent, standing in his perspective, after destroying 100,000 monks, the Demon Sect could reign over the world.

"Qin Qiuhe!"

The Holy Lord of the Confucian Sect said word by word: "Those wastes of the Demon Sect really can't trap you. ”

Qin Qiuhe, a generation of demon lords, at this time, stood proudly and upright like the overlord of the Gai Dynasty, and a figure appeared behind him, it was Qin Chaoran, who was the title of the Demon God.

The father and son suddenly appeared, beyond most people's expectations.

"I heard that the head of Lin is about to cross the catastrophe, and the old man came uninvited, so head Lin has to take care of one or two. ”

Qin Qiuhe's voice was like the impact of hard steel, harsh and stiff, making people sound awkward.

Lin Haoran smiled slightly: "It's okay, such a feast, without you Qin Qiuhe, it's really a big regret in life." ”

Lin Haoran ignored others, and even spoke coldly to him, but he talked and laughed in front of the Demon Lord, which suddenly made the 100,000 monks feel a ridiculous sense of disobedience.

Jing Yao touched Huang Xiufeng and asked in a low voice, "What's the situation?"

Huang Xiufeng said: "I told you before, Qin Qiuhe practiced magic skills, and he was secretly injured, as you can see, the magic skills he practiced are the Four Elephant Array, it is rare that Qin Chaoran can still change his face, and Feng Ming in the southeast direction has a fucking remnant soul." ”

Jing Yao nodded silently, Qin Qiuhe should have recovered from his old injuries, and it was thought that half of the immortal bones had an effect, and the top masters in the immortal cultivation world had arrived, and how to go next depended on how these masters planned.

The Confucian Holy Lord suddenly sneered, he had to admit that his cultivation had been crushed by Lin Haoran, but he also believed that Lin Haoran would not do it easily.

Once that kind of cultivation is started, the Heavenly Tribulation will land immediately, Lin Haoran can ignore his own life and death, is it possible that he can also ignore Lin Tianxing's fall?

Qin Qiuhe's addition was also expected by the Confucian Holy Master, he and the Buddha Emperor glanced at each other, and made a move at the same time.

The Buddha Emperor Zhen Yuan suddenly appeared, a ten-zhang high golden Buddha appeared out of thin air, the Buddha Emperor jumped into the palm of the Buddha statue, and his hands were ready to go, and he was sealed at any time.

The appearance of the Golden Buddha, accompanied by a squeak, the magnificent Sword Sect Temple was razed to the ground, and the smoke and dust rolled like a dragon and scattered to the sky.

"If you come to the palm print?" Qin Qiuhe sneered: "Thief bald, I haven't seen you for five hundred years, and you are still doing this." ”

"Lord Qin praised it falsely, and the poor monk was ashamed. The Buddha's voice is soft, revealing a calm artistic conception, listening to the soft and warm in the ears, like the rising sun, soft but not fierce.

......

The Confucian holy master also made some moves, and the Confucian disciples behind him were instructed, and each of them offered a magic weapon, reciting poems in their mouths, and there were passionate and passionate poems echoing, and there were tactful and sad words......

For a time, the direction of Confucianism was ever-changing, forming an independent world, which evolved in spring and autumn all year round, snow-capped, spring breeze, and stormy waves......

Dozens of powerful breaths burst into the sky, breaking through the shackles of the Four Elephant Array, or turning into endless air currents in the sky, or shining like bright stars, and even raging flames spread in the sky, forming a wall of fire.

The neutrals on the lookers were bitter.

Even if Lin Haoran opened the door and let them leave at this time, Qin Qiuhe would not let them leave, is this the seventh immortal and demon war? No, this is a scuffle......

The master of the Mahayana period rushed into the sky, Lin Haoran suddenly fell from the air, the sword trick was obliquely drawn, and a miserable white dry bone hit the statue of Mo Xinyan.

The lifeless statue made a clicking sound, and the rubble fell off the statue, she first looked around blankly, laughed humanly, and rushed into the air with one foot.

The boundless sea of fire and the strong stars, seeing the resurrection of the stone carving, rushed fiercely, and hurriedly sacrificed their magical powers to attack and left.

The Golden Buddha is under the control of the Buddha Emperor.

He also shot into the air, but did not join the fight, but continued to fly high.

"Good layout. Xihua Zhenren said: "Brother Yanrui, follow me to chase the Buddha Emperor." ”

"No, let Xiaoyue go. ”

Yan Yan shook his head, looked at Xiaoyue Zhenren, and said slowly.

Xiaoyue Zhenren smiled miserably under his gaze, a wisp of sword blossom ignited on her, and her dull gaze finally had a glow, it was a kind of sadness with a strong struggle in pain.

Xiaoyue turned into a bloody sword and chased after the Buddha Emperor.

The Confucian Holy Lord scolded angrily, this is a difference from the expected, hasn't Xiaoyue already surrendered......

Xihua Zhenren sighed silently: "Destroying Senior Brother is forcing Senior Sister Xiaoyue to die." ”

Yan Shu sneered: "The day she was poisoned, she should have expected today's result, and the death of her dignity in this seat can be regarded as worthy of a thousand-year-old friendship." ”

Yan Rui Zhenren's voice was cold, Xihua Zhenren shook his head helplessly, and took a deep look at Yan Zhenren......